Monday, November 21, 2011

We spent a recent weekend in Austin, Texas, for a family reunion. I'd never been to Austin before, and I was really looking forward to the food there. I wasn't disappointed by much about the trip, but -- golly -- I wish I'd gotten a chance to eat a catfish burger at Fran's Hamburgers. My coworker Paul recommends it very highly, and that's good enough for me. But when our group passed by, it was 9am (we were on our way to the Mexican bakery around the corner) and all our meals that weekend were already planned and mapped out. I just couldn't figure out a way to squeeze it in.

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"I have a thermos bottle with cream of tomato soup," she said. "And a lobster salad sandwich on thin slices of white bread. I have celery, carrot sticks, and black olives, and a little cardboard shaker of salt for the celery. And two plums and a tiny basket of cherries. And vanilla pudding with chocolate sprinkles and a spoon to eat it with."
"That's a good lunch," said Albert. "I think it's nice that there are all different kinds of lunches and breakfasts and dinners and snacks. I think eating is nice."
"So do I," said Frances, and she made the lobster-salad sandwich, the celery, the carrot sticks, and the olives come out even.
-- from "Bread and Jam for Frances" by Russell Hoban